It would have been easier to play chess without Hank there, looking intently at them and taking frenzied notes.

It had not occurred to him how private a ritual the games were. He would stop outside Erik’s room and say, “Chess?” and Erik would get up and follow him down the hall. They would stop by the liquor cabinet and he would let Erik mix the ( Read more... )

 
( Charles knew that this was not a very good idea. Yet it was with a certain triumph that he pulled the turtleneck snug over his head and regarded himself in the mirror. It was too big for him, too long for his torso. But it smelled of Erik. He inhaled that strange scent of leather and metal and something indefinable and sweet and felt even sillier than he had when he’d thought of this. Then Erik emerged from the washroom and he froze. )

“For that, daddy-o, you get a private dance,” the stripper said, leaning down and plucking the dollar out of Erik’s fingers. Erik turned and smirked at Charles - something between a smirk and a leer, as though he couldn’t believe their luck, and Charles grinned delightedly back and thought to himself, “Daddy-o. I’ll have to file that one for future ( Read more... )

 
( If anyone had told him a year ago that he would be sitting here while Charles Xavier after only five beers became all hands and exaggerated expressions of delight or horror or enthusiasm and wide laughing blue eyes, and instead of wanting to punch him in the jaw he would actually find it - curiously endearing, he would probably have cuffed the man. )

Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing.
Summary: Erik has nightmares. Charles thinks getting into bed with him will help. Part One is here.

( “What happened to you?” Raven asked at breakfast. He had avoided her gaze, had felt Erik’s eyes turn towards him and then pull away. “Nothing,” he said. “You look as though you didn’t get a wink of sleep,” Moira said, worriedly. Her concern was the last thing he wanted right now. He felt Erik’s eyes on him - when he had he started to feel it on his body like a caress every time Erik looked at him? - and didn’t look back. )

 
( He wakes up in the middle of the night clutching his head, momentarily mistaking the searing agony for mere physical pain. He is in his old bedroom in the mansion in Westchester, his old photographs buried under piles of new official paper on his desk. He tugs a hand through his sleep-tousled hair and blinks, and then the pain is back, redoubled, worse than before, and he has visions of cutting, twisted steel and Shaw’s cold calculating smile. )

 
( The last night of the trip they had fucked in ways he did not believe were humanly possible. )

Title: Chessmen, Part 4
Pairing: Erik/Charles
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This doesn't advance the plot. Assuming there was a plot. This is just some gratuitous shower sex. #isshowersexevertrulygratuitous?
Crossposted at 1stclass_kink in response to the Bromance World Tour prompt
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
( The next morning he awoke sore and sticky in Erik Lensherr’s double bed )

Pairing: Erik/Charles
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Marvel and Stan Lee. If I owned them, this would be canon.

“Try not to think about elephants,” Charles had said, kissing him between the shoulder blades as he got up and slipped down the hall to wake up the students.  “It’s good mental exercise.”

( Later Erik lay awake, half-aroused- )

They didn’t speak of it the next day, but whenever he looked for Erik’s eyes they were there to meet him, blue and inscrutable. He smiled shyly and the other man smiled back with a grin that was very nearly possessive,  and when they arrived at the strip club Erik put a hand on his arm as if it were the most casual thing in the world, and when they ( Read more... )